Hidy-ho campers!
I arrived in New York battered and weathered. My bags were heavy and I was feeling the pinch. When I first picked up my bags I noticed that there were different people in New York. Scary people. There were 2 types of scary people... the first type was the gansta (black, tall, black leather jackets with furry hoods and gansta caps). A few of them were looking at me like I was their next meal. The next type was the military men. Four strong wearing full marine uniforms with AK-47 assault rifle. I don't know what scared me more, the AK-47 or the juvenile that was weilding it. He thought it was funny to make fun at the foreigners and laugh at them (the foreigners being ME). I thought I'd stand up and give him a slap, but when I stood up I rememberd he had a gun.
It was now time for me to find my way to the showers. After being told that I could go to the lounge for a shower I checked my bag for a total price of $32 American dollars (Which I thought was fantastic because I had a whole 7 hours to fill before my connecting flight to Boston). After trudging through the gangstas and the military men, I found myself in the Virgin lounge, where I asked, "G'day mate, do you guys have showers up in here?" To which the helpful attendent replied, "Sorry sir, there are no showers in this facility". I then asked, "Are there any showers in this entire airport?" Which she then replied, "Sorry sir, there are no showers in this facility". I walked out of that room with no shower, stinky underarms, and sweaty undies. I headed back to my 24-hour luggage holding area that had held my luggage for a total of 30min (so if you add it up, I basically paid $1 per minute that my luggage was there). Because I didn't want to pay another $3 for another luggage cart, I strapped my big booty bags onto my frail, tired, weathered body (70kgs in total) and I trapsed onward to the terminal line train. I waited for 7 hours total in the departure lounge for my connecting flight to Boston. At the end of this flight I was to finally see my Merin. While I was sitting there, a young gezer walked past me with a NZ t-shirt on. We struck up a conversation, and I found out that he was traveling to do some snowboarding. His name was Mike (coincidentaly) and we hit it off.
When I got off the plane, knowing that I was still smelly, my undies were still stinky, and that my girlfriend (whom I hadn't seen in 5 months) was about to hug me.... I ran to the toilet and freshened myself up a bit with the shower in the can :)
I walked around the corner and saw there were a few people waiting through double doors. I had no idea where to go, so I quickened my step to catch up with the guy Mike that I had been traveling with. All of a sudden I noticed my girlfriend Merin. She rushed up towards me and gave me the biggest hug. It was fantastic. I was home away from home. We finally got out of the airport and we got on the road. On went our favorite musical and we sang RENT all the way to our lovely home on Avalon Rd. My first impression of our street was scary. I thought it was a street from a horror movie (kind of like House 2), but when Merin finally stopped the car and we got out, it was a cute little house with greeting posters stuck to the outside from Merin's friends. When we opened the door the house was filled with balloons and welcome stickers. I was so happy.
The next day, we woke up after 4 hours of sleep (at 9am). Merin then took me on a tour of Portland. I felt buzzy the whole time. Everything I expected was NOT here. America is not a scary place - and Portland is so safe I'd let my kids go down to the park and play. When I finally saw our neighborhood in the daylight I was happy - it wasn't a scary street at all. It was lovely and safe.
We went to Target the first day - it's a big store that has everything. Kind of like the Warehouse, but A LOT better. I noticed some things in Target that you will never see in an Auckland store (see shovel photo). We also went to Burlington Coat Factory. OH MY GOD. This place has every high flying label you could think of at MAJOR discount prices. Hugo boss 320mls - $30! Deisel Jeans for $15! 90% all Ralph Lauren stock. UNBELIEVABLE. UNBELIEVABLE. UNBELIEVABLE. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. YOU CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
We then went to this very small mall (in Amerian standards) and it was amazing. It had every store, but even though the mall was fantastic the shoe stores still did not have my size. Shock horror. But, do admit it's the holiday season here and there were no shoes left. But it was dissapointing.
It snows here! It snows a lot here. It snows a hell of a lot here. And yes, you guessed it....it's cold. There was a major snow fall the 3rd day I was here. I noticed the snow falling - I didn't think it would look like that. It falls like rain but slowly. It's lovely, until it hits the ground and turns to sludge on the road. I have yet to make a snowman, but it is on the top my priority list, just behind getting a job.
We have squirrels in our lovely back yard and they are so cute! They come to my back door every day and they eat the pumpkin seeds I leave out at night for them. They love me now and i've started to call them Digger and Anikan.... just joking. They have rabies and i'm not allowed to touch them.
Papa John's Pizza. I ordered a pizza with Merin the other night and it was massive (AND I MEAN REALLY MASSIVE - like 3 times the size of our large pizzas...it was beautiful) kaaapaaaaaiiiiiikaaaaaaaaaaiiiii. I wanted to eat the whole thing, but Merin reminded me that we needed to eat lunch the next day too. All the food here is marvelous, unlike others have told me in the past. We went to an Italian food chain called Vinny T's. I ordered lasagna and it was HUGE... and need I say, BEAUTIFUL. The best thing about eating it was listening to Dean Martin in the background. Waitresses buzz me out. They acutally SERVE you! But the bad thing is that you have to pay for the service (20% of the meal price).
People also dress differently here. For example, women look good all the time. Even average women because they don't wear holy pants and diti t-shirts. They also wear lots of make up in the gym (which baffles me). Boys..... if you go to a gym in America, expect to see FIT women, not overweight women. People to come to the gym are actually fit and there to work out (not to muck around and socialize). I have been at the gym for 2 days now and Merin is kicking my ass into shape. Here's the kicker. There is no excuse in America to be overweight (which shocks me really - considering they're the heaviest country in the world) because gym memberships are only $10/month. Now you do the math.
It is now New Year's eve (which you've all already had - and you're probably nursing a MASSIVE hangover), so I will now sign off e-mail #1 and e-mail #2 will follow shortly. Or longly. All the best. Over and out. Enjoy the photos I've attached.
Your Son, Brother, Cousin, Nephew